Stop Trying to Control Chaos and Other Things I Haven’t Mastered

There’s currently painter’s tape circling my downstairs as a makeshift parade route. Solo cups stacked like castles in my dining room. Barbies and cars and trucks and legos and Easter eggs (long story) strewn about the house planning a coordinated campaign on unsuspecting adult feet (how do children ALWAYS avoid stepping on them?!). My houseContinue reading “Stop Trying to Control Chaos and Other Things I Haven’t Mastered”

I Have No Plan

Does anyone else feel like they are performing “having their shit together” for others? There’s this interesting compulsion when you are no longer working to present a clear path forward, no matter your financial situation (Or maybe this is just a type-A, first-born Capricorn thing that I should explore in therapy). Since parting ways withContinue reading “I Have No Plan”

How Does One Parent In This America?

I debated even blogging about the recent mass shooting at Robb Elementary in Uvalde, Texas. If I wrote about every mass shooting that happens in this country it would become a daily exercise that isn’t healthy for my mental well-being or others. But how does one decide which mass shootings to write about and whichContinue reading “How Does One Parent In This America?”

Are the Parents from The Parent Trap the Worst Movie Parents Ever?

Recently I’ve been introducing my girls to the Disney canon of classic films. First up was The Parent Trap (the ’90s remake, LiLo for life), which I definitely hormonally sobbed my way through. The slow motion reuniting of each twin with their absentee parent, the zaddy-ness of Dennis Quaid at his snackiest, the comedic geniusContinue reading “Are the Parents from The Parent Trap the Worst Movie Parents Ever?”

Getaway

9 years married isn’t one of the big “milestone” years, but when you have 3 children and one is a teething baby, on day 200 something of a global pandemic, you use any excuse to celebrate and get away. After pushing the children out of the minivan in front of my parent’s house (don’t worry,Continue reading “Getaway”

I Saw the Sign

Today we took a drive to pick up my handmade RBG headband from a new local friend. While I ran to the door, my eldest, V, noticed the sign in her yard and the second I opened the car door screamed, “MOM LOOK AT HER SIGN! BLACK LIVES MATTER.” After I told her that IContinue reading “I Saw the Sign”

Pandemic Halloween with Kids

I’m going to level with you…I hate Halloween. I mean, I like it in theory – the costumes, décor (hold the scary movies), candy obviously…but the actual practice of going door to door asking for candy, no thanks. It’s creepy. We spend 364 days avoiding the doorbell, hanging “no soliciting signs” except for this oneContinue reading “Pandemic Halloween with Kids”

Post-Debate Emotional Hangover

There are days like today where I wake up with a splitting headache and dread in the pit of my stomach over the world I’ve brought my children into. This country specifically. But then we’re in the car in New Mexico driving by a trailer park which leads to a convo about housing and SectionContinue reading “Post-Debate Emotional Hangover”